[ she mumbles some kind of broken apology against her lips as she tries to get them to withdraw, because the last thing she'd ever want to do is make somebody uncomfortable, but the tentacles aren't have it, since they're already in way too deep. puntotallyintended. ] ...sorry. [ she buries her face into the crook of her neck, fangs raking over the sensitive skin there as she growls low in her throat; body eventually shuddering with her climax. the tentacle continues to thrust, hoping to help shrike reach the end as well. ]